#klm who i be the haunted pedestrian 3......I be the mad scientist the executioner of thoughts..took ur brain out ur skull and left the blood clots...then make u walk down dark rivers in the night u can feel cold shivers that caught him its alive its alive....ooo how my lyrics shocked him....cells going crazy in the body like ah mosh pit...aliens up in the skys mabe th3 moth man prophet..stare deep in to my shining eyes all u could see in the darkness...with my wings fluttering by like a jiant monarch butter fly grab my victims spinning cacaos from the cristlis... .mc,s like me are seldom ever minchioned. then..but respect is always givin thr my invinchions when I spit the vemon with the originality thats drivin from poetical vision in the magnified glass lookingat ur world from another deminchion..cold shivering wt im delivering.when u lysting to the grimolen storys told about me around d ur camp fire to ur children's children spooky thoughts gypsies summoned me from the rocks at the top of the mountain peeks .of olimpious..styles spladered paintings like abstract art galleries.missprints...bound to be the oxygen u bound to breath the toxic fumes carbon manoxcie....make u buble up like peroxide..in ur room sleeping in a toomb circus runaways clowns burst that ass like balloons inhaling helium...fumes I shine like solid gold dabloons dark with waters pirates crew .klm....walking sloppy never carbon copied drunk off the witches brew...I threw water on them witches to watched um melt i to a pool of green sluge and oooz fallingfrom the jaws water ...walk the yellow brick road the wizard of oz...the blizard the jaws of the lizard that crawls with a blue belly full of scales i remember well 8 years old I sat alone in my class room one day decapatatting the heads of snails...with the razer blade back in 1988...couldn't situate my mental state...crazy how it generates radiation melt down bout to segregate ur picture frames.....from the walls...were u hang...from ur balls...im raw... pulling out the rabbits from the hat trick yeees the headless is a savage.puerto rican tiano bori can bastard....I got more thoughts than u can emagin.....the iron horsemen is running rampid im like ah bull with rabbies over dosing on some acid...ill knock an mc through his bifocal glasses..I see division and war in hip hop so weres the rashions kill mc,s .warrie.sorry.atari milipeses....with the simple Simon energy im putting holes through ur matrise centerfold bitches getting ravished left well fashioned...in my infamy graffiti artist classic...snapping photos of urban art like bams did.from the slums of the hazardous..even if I was blind God is devine take ur kingdom down like samson......smashing kids jaw bone of an ass when im attacking this....beat harmonious harmonized hidious five symphonies master of ceremonies...headless head hunters rocking the heavens under the cloud of heavy thunder ..weather December or hot summers...ur not a gunner although u speek about it like u live ..fucking with me u ain't nothing but a corps on the mic with rigamortice flows when u rite...shit is dead like road kill my raps if live because im so real the originality i preform is more than ur dimod grill can ever cronprehend im more than a man im the ipodomey of water on a bare desert land ...more than money ho,hoes, and cloths and them cars u act like u have I compose like th3 flowers of the rose were the thorns of my raps prick at ur sole....who i be the haunted pedestrian.......